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shabazz the disciple - crime saga lyrics

[intro]
yo it’s that choco sh-t, esta loco sh-t
straight up carlo’s best sh-t
n-gg-s wear vests sh-t, hey yo
it’s a red hook crime saga
the names was changed to protect the guilty

[1st verse]
yo shorty was used to bein jiggy
but then he fell off and did a bid for smackin this kid up in the city
sittin pretty, pimpin the act and kept a stack on him
pulled over one night and his man stashed wax on him
see he was wanted and his man started flippin on him
his mind was on it cause the law put a grippin on him
shorty was feared and respected, known for slappin n-gg-s
and strippin em, make em walk around the projects b-tt-naked
n-gg- remind me of the goodfellas
but deep down his stick mens wanted to knock him off cause they was jealous
they made a deal and got him bagged, sh-t was foul
they got the manslaughter cause they knew he wouldn’t lose the trial
n-gg-s was schemin all along and got acquitted on him
his girl and his man broke in the safe and then sh-tted on him
and now they livin the fast life and he’s h-ttin that -ss right
and gotta look to the gl-ss pipe

[chorus]
the game never change only the players
some inherit castles and thrones, some end up deathbed layers
victims of the system stripped mentally
hit with 25 to life on a death penalty

[2nd verse]
six months without a visit now he’s gettin worried
he pull stink and yankin n-gg-s for that commissary
been down without, came home and still wanted that n-gg- dead
got on the scene and put rewards out on a n-gg- head
runnin to spots, it was hot so he fled out of state
cause he’s out on parole and his p.o.’s dyin to violate
his world is narrow, he’s peril cause he’s gonna run
walkin in a buildin with his back against the door holdin his gun
one in the pipe ready to spank somethin
cuttin grams with his man holdin the plate ready to shank somethin
see now he’s gettin major money
throwin bricks and n-gg-s in his click started actin funny
he startin sniffin, gettin high off his own supply
shorty was slippin and his -ss was about to die
pimped his workers, made em wear high heels and a skirt
now they schemin to put his ten percent -ss in the dirt

[chorus]

[3rd verse]
he worked his way up from grime
and scr-pin hand to hand on the block and slignin rocks on consignment
he got plugged and now he’s jugglin bricks and movin weight
and bubblin gats and trafficin big eights out of the state
faked his death and ducked the feds
but little do they know that his ex had put a price out on his f-ckin head
one night she plugged him to a pick up
she’s supposed to pick a brick up
she led him right into a f-ckin stick up
his world was spinnin fast, the walls of h-ll were closin in
he knew that death was on his -ss with adversaries and foes again
a hundred grand in the truck, look out for chris tho
he was asleep, that n-gg- in the back seat packed a pistol
he put 2 in his kangol and twist his wig back
yanked the suitcase out the trunk, f-ck the snake basket
left him slumped over the wheel with his wig peeled
brains on the dashboard and blood all over the windshield
i watched him lay on his deathbed with a swollen head
waitin for his heart to stop cause he was braindead
angel of death was waitin by his bedside
he jerked around the next morning and then a tear ran down his left eye
six men carried his coffin and put him six feet in the ground
while i stood six feet over in a black suit lookin down
thinkin why was i chose to survive and bear these memories
f-ckin with that dirty game death is always the penalty

word, yo rest in peace my brother rod, grumpy, junior, hearn
youknowi’msayin jus, jeffrey and my man steve-o
they all was shot in the head

[chorus]

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